A bid farewell
There’s a bit of melancholy in the air as the snow begins its recede.
We’re bid our dues and hug each other tightly, embracing each other as long as possible because we both know that this will be the last time for a while.
Nostalgia tugs at the thin strings attached to our ever twining frienships.
Farewell winter, my dear old friend.
For I know Mother Gaia has finally gotten the rest She needed.
A new journey awaits..let us begin

















